Short Vassals Poems
Short Vassals Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Vassals by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Vassals by length and keyword.
At the table of wisdom
Knowledge will seek audience
Vassals rolls out of creek
Paying homage to understanding
Alas, unforeseen doom lurking
Doom, even for the enlightened
Patience the cure
Patience lead the realm
The conclave of the wise
Categories:
vassals, color,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
As I collapse on this pillow
I find that place I can run to;
The hidden path I’ll always know;
Past the stars! Follow midnight blue!
A step from the sea’s undertow
shrouded in dreams I build castles;
On my salmon robe hang tassels
that capture particles of sand;
Glitter in the palm of my hand,
I’m not one of the King’s vassals.
Categories:
vassals, dream, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Other
The city so still
Not one soul alive
Not one spark of warmth
High on top of the tower he lies
Looking downward onto the silent city
Alone with darkness that consumed him
In the embrace of winter
He watched and judged those beneath him
If they should live or be extinguished
Now only bones and ash are his vassals
Corpses of steel and brick are his empire
His bitter voice the word of death
Categories:
vassals, death, loss,
Form:
Free verse
As soon as we wish, it becomes.
We live in gold and castles.
This is our god, we are his vassals.
We fly in a clear blue sky.
You say:" Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Life ain't never a happy ending. This
Isn't happening you know? Look
Straight at the burning reality."
So you, want us to see a burning sky
Where we are falling out of grace of
And where our only escape are the flames.
Now, who is going to save us, save us, save us?
Categories:
vassals, crazy, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
we hold in our hands the narrative
we artists and social scientists
21st century armaggedon screaming
dysfunctional children of history
living by purely subconscious, instinctual visceral pulsing
product of a campaign of vassals dedicated to erasing history
here we are.
so what do we do, we artists and social scientists?
we scream
we cry
we bleed
but also, and very important
we analyze
we do all this
and we can call ourselves humans
and the true heir to what we call
history.
Categories:
vassals, art, freedom, history, poetry, political,
Form:
Free verse